Judging from the various clues after I entered the waterfall cave, no one has been here for many years, so it is very likely that this batch of strange human furniture is the culprit's previous trial work or discarded items.
The items were randomly discarded and piled up here without bothering to destroy them.
I think I probably know why these pieces of furniture are coming towards me. They have been in this cave for an unknown number of years, but they have never been able to die, and their souls cannot be reincarnated. It was not until I woke up that they realized there were living people.
After entering the cave, I thought I might be able to give them relief.
Indeed, in this situation, dying is more comfortable than living, right? It’s just that they themselves have no ability to seek death, and it is almost impossible for anyone to come in this cave buried deep in the mountain. They can only wait for the flesh and blood to be completely exhausted, and the flexibility
Only then can one completely leave the body.
Without hesitation, I took out the Tiangang Liangyang Mirror, attached the most lethal talisman I carried, and swept the mirror light towards the surrounding flesh and blood furniture as if they were dead.
The strange thing is that the Taoism that had been exhausted before in the Qi Sea is slowly flowing out at this moment. I don't know if it is because it was restored when I watched the Huajian Gua with that weird Taoist priest. Although it is flowing out slowly, it is also pouring into the mirror in a steady stream.
The talisman on it will completely smash the surrounding furniture into dust and ashes.
I saw countless living souls flying out of the disintegrated pieces of flesh, with expressions of relief and ease on their faces, as if they had finally been liberated after years of torture, and would not hold back even if they were about to pass away.
pity.
At this time, a golden light suddenly appeared in my hands. Having already experienced it twice, I knew what would happen next.
So I sat there, silently reciting the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" that was reflected in my mind again. The relics in my body gradually surged with thousands of golden flowers and green green, like a light golden veil, covering the newly dead people all around.
All the ghosts were wrapped up and sent to the underworld for six reincarnations.
When I opened my eyes again, there were no ghosts around. Only the gray remains of flesh and blood were left. Not long after, they all turned into black and gray mud. It was impossible to tell that they were still living bodies just a moment ago.
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I think it's because the charms used to imprison the soul had expired after I broke up the furniture itself, so the flesh and blood that had been maintained without decay for a long time finally caught up with the normal process of time and disintegrated.
Although I don’t know who did it and what the purpose is, I have a vague hunch that maybe this is just the beginning. I will encounter similar things sooner or later in the future, and then I will probably know the heartbreaking truth hidden behind it.
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Because there was no trace of Fatty or Gui Jiang in this open space, I returned to the fork in the road. My intuition told me that since this place was such an evil place, Gui Jiang was likely to be attracted there, even though he was not here.
In the room, but the possibility of being behind other forks is still not small.
The female ghost warned me before she disappeared that if I didn't have enough Taoist power to cast the spell, I would have to use Buddhism.
So just in case, I decided to check how much Dharma power I had left. After all, I had saved so many dead souls just now, and I didn't know if it would be intensely consumed.
Just as I was concentrating on the Eight Diagrams in the sea of Qi as usual, I discovered a magical scene. The power of Taoism that I thought had been almost completely drained actually had a lot of surplus, and the golden light representing Buddhism
Only about half of the amount is left, and it slowly flows to the dividing line between Yin and Yang Pisces.
Looking carefully, on the boundary originally set by the female ghost, a three-cluster multi-petal lotus appeared at some point. The petals in the outer two circles were all open, while the center one only had three petals open.
The mysterious Youdumenglian flower that the Taoist priest gave me before has almost the same appearance.
As the golden light gradually flows into Youtan, it itself is also slowly rotating, like a gear driven by a crawler track, and then the white gas representing the power of Taoism flows out at a constant speed from the other side of the boundary. Obviously, it is acting as a cyclic transformation
The two power components started working when I fell down the waterfall. No wonder I didn't feel empty in my stomach when I cast the spell just now.
Is this what the other person said before, "Give me this flower"? Although I don't know the specific principle, it enters my Qi sea and mobilizes circulation for me. These two things are originally unrelated to each other, or even conflict with each other.
The energy can barely be kept balanced through the hands of the female ghost.
Who is this Taoist priest? Not only did he calculate that I would pass by, he even saw through my special physique, giving me the possibility to choose to use my power conveniently, and there was almost no loss, which meant that I
In future cultivation, you no longer have to worry about separating one party from another, but rather work together at the same time.
Forget it, there are no more clues now, I'll just focus on the problem at hand. In any case, for me now, this is at least good news.
I looked at the forked roads in front of me and decided to conduct a carpet search to check them one by one.
Fortunately, these forked paths are not very deep. At least the first two of them only took a dozen steps to reach the bottom. Those seemed to be small caves forcibly carved out of the stone walls, with edges and corners all around, like stone houses.
There are a large number of books piled inside, and it looks like a place for studying and reading books. There is even a strange-shaped ever-burning lamp, which is still emitting a bluish light. Judging from the color of the flame, the grease in it is probably shark oil, and there is still a light residue.
A small pond, conservatively speaking, can burn for several decades.
I picked up a book casually, and a strange and uncomfortable feeling came from my fingertips. It was soft and smooth, as if it was made of animal skin. Although I didn't see anything strange in the ghost's eyes, I subconsciously felt that
The "furniture" from before was probably made of human skin.
Although I felt a little nauseous, I still opened it. Fortunately, the text inside was not written with flesh and blood, but with a kind of ghostly light green fluorescent ink. In the near-dark environment, I could still read it clearly.
Clear every word.
However, the shapes of those characters are extremely strange and strange to me. They are neither any variant of Chinese nor have the feeling of Sanskrit. They seem to be the unique writing languages of some ethnic minorities.
I opened several more books, and all of them contained words like this. It was like a heavenly book that I could not understand at all. It was even difficult to find the rules. Compared with words, the intuitive feeling was more like a kind of secret key.